We fear not death. That gloomy night, that pale-faced moon, and the affrighted stars that hurried through the sky, can witness that we fear not death.
We fear not death. That gloomy night, that pale-faced moon, and the affrighted stars that hurried through the sky, can witness that we fear not death.
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories